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Well, why is my title untitled? Maybe just to be funny. No, it is because this blog writing constitutes more than just one of my memories here as a cherub for the last five weeks. For those whose eyes are tearing up, don't. It is not like we will never see each other again. I mean, we are all going to be somewhat related as cherubs, right?

We will all keep in touch…..maybe just for future connections. As journalists (even if you guys don't become a professional journalist, you will still be journalists with Medill training), we will help each other throughout our stories. As we have learned, stories are not just articles. Our life is a story, our experiences are stories, and you know, everything is a story.

    The past 5 weeks of journalism we shared, is a story. A valuable experience, excuse me, experiences, that will be forever remain in our heads. The time when all of us shared the information from the All-Day-Story, when we didn't even know each other. When we encouraged each other during Fourth of July Parade in the rain and 50 min, no 15 min walk, when we were barely getting to know each other. The economy story, when we shared ideas and helped each other with leads and attributions. The trend story when people interviewed one another and helped each other find sources using all the connections they have back home. These experiences will be kept as memories of a journalist in my mind.

    Let us promise each other that we will not cry. It is not because we are heartless but because we are journalists, and 'you don't cry in journalism.'